I am fortunate enough to have employment that I love. I am also fortunate enough that my employer allows me to take care of a few things at home.
I guess it could be a bit unfortunate too.
As I was perusing all the photos I have gathered for my next work-from-home project, I stumbled across images I had taken last fall.
The bad news is, they didn’t have a lick to do with anything I was trying to accomplish for my work project and I ended up looking at a lot of pictures before getting down to brass tacks.
The good news is I can just deduct the time I spent looking at said images when I record my efforts on my time card.
More good news? I get to share what was so captivating about the image that they pulled my away from my money-earning responsibilities.
As I looked at the images, I couldn’t help but compare our pet cow Moose to our favorite house dog Ole. He’s a snuggler. Moose was a snuggler. Well as much as a cow can be a snuggler. Joe road her and laid on top of her. We fed her fresh-cut grass and her favorite snack of frozen balls of corn silage. We curry-combed her until our arms were sore. She wore Santa hats on Christmas!
Why, you ask, did images of Moose stir up emotions? Just look at my son giving his favorite cow a massive hug when he was saying his final, “Good bye.”
How can anyone argue that cows don’t become pets? That they are just milk makers and we have no feelings or concerns for our cows. Moose was really old, for a cow anyway. She lived for approximately 12 years. (She was two when we purchased her and I think that was in 2004.)
She was the cow that, as a youngster of 8 or so, Joe decided was going to be his pet. She would never have to go to the butcher shop to be processed into food for human consumption. (I would have never been able to consume that hamburger.)
Just look at how much Joe loves her in these images. He refused to let me get pictures that included his face. Mothers, who also have grown sons, know why this is. Joe was crying. It was hard for me to watch. He cried as much for his cow Moose as he did for his Yellow Lab Jake several years ago.
For a 22-year-old man to feel such emotion puts all doubters to shame. We love our cows just as if they were our household pets. I miss Moose. So does Joe.
(Moose never did end up off the farm. We have our very own pet cemetery and she was placed right next to Jake.)